Poem

When all wars are over there’s nothing left for the people except their
family. what’s left of their home, and the fear of dying brings them
even more fear to stay in their homes. The sounds of guns firing in
their homes, the screams of the innocent saying they don’t want to die
like this, or screaming the pain they receive to die from the execution
given to them. You only live one life, would you rather use it until
the end, or would you rather find a way to have your life taken away
when you had so many good things in coming to your future. There are
things you can control and there are things that are uncontrollable.
You can’t always control the streets but you can control your life
living in the fast lane.

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